| Peaceful minds.. in a land of war | |
| Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness | |
| Peacefulness, peacefulness, peace-ful-ness | |
| Is in the mind of the beholder | |
| Behold, my mental piece | |
| Could shatter your peace, to pieces | |
| Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me | |
| The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace | |
| Forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath | |
| Down a step and a step and a step and a step | |
| And a step beyond | |
| To a level of my own | |
| Private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity | |
| Yet some say that i am insane | |
| Is that not ironic? my soul not sonic | |
| As i flow through the tonic, of life i find | |
| That the strife behind, that pushes and pulls | |
| And pulls and pushes me | |
| Into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day | |
| Is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle | |
| To find.. the broken pieces of the sign | |
| That combine, to form the crooked line | |
| That we call.. peace y'all |
| Peaceful minds.. in a land of war | |
| Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness | |
| Peacefulness, peacefulness, peacefulness | |
| Is in the mind of the beholder | |
| Behold, my mental piece | |
| Could shatter your peace, to pieces | |
| Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me | |
| The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace | |
| Forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath | |
| Down a step and a step and a step and a step | |
| And a step beyond | |
| To a level of my own | |
| Private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity | |
| Yet some say that i am insane | |
| Is that not ironic? my soul not sonic | |
| As i flow through the tonic, of life i find | |
| That the strife behind, that pushes and pulls | |
| And pulls and pushes me | |
| Into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day | |
| Is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle | |
| To find.. the broken pieces of the sign | |
| That combine, to form the crooked line | |
| That we call.. peace y' all |
| Peaceful minds.. in a land of war | |
| Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness | |
| Peacefulness, peacefulness, peacefulness | |
| Is in the mind of the beholder | |
| Behold, my mental piece | |
| Could shatter your peace, to pieces | |
| Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me | |
| The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace | |
| Forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath | |
| Down a step and a step and a step and a step | |
| And a step beyond | |
| To a level of my own | |
| Private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity | |
| Yet some say that i am insane | |
| Is that not ironic? my soul not sonic | |
| As i flow through the tonic, of life i find | |
| That the strife behind, that pushes and pulls | |
| And pulls and pushes me | |
| Into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day | |
| Is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle | |
| To find.. the broken pieces of the sign | |
| That combine, to form the crooked line | |
| That we call.. peace y' all |